Alessandra Ambrosio Bikini In Brazil

If you ever wonder what makes good looking women commercially successful versus merely kept, keep an eye on how often they are off versus always on. Alessandra Ambrosio is everywhere in magazines, TV, and online. For her vacation, she returned to Brazil to visit her family, by way of instructing her family to stand at 500 feet while she sauntered the shores of her hometown in a bikini drawing slowly on a coconut like the straw was a cock. I might be intuiting that last part. It’s my Christmas too. Paparazzi were alerted to follow.

Ambrosio doesn’t have off days or days in oversized sweatshirts or Sex and the City parties with martini glasses stacked with Frusen Glädjé. If any white male ever dominated her with his privilege and patriarchy, you’ve never see the open letter lamenting the subjugation. You almost never see her with her male life partner or her children because that fucks up your ability to imagine she could be your girlfriend. Women cried when Elvis got married. Then they cried some more when he couldn’t shit for seven years and passed away. Don’t buy into the easy judgement that chicks who model panties are dumb. Only most of them are. Some are selling widgets better than any MBA.